"Is there still another mask in your possession?"
Amidst the stage ruins, the skinny old man held the Ten Thousand Souls Secret Box in his left hand, and slowly pulled out a sinister mask with a green face and fangs from his chest with his right hand. The Secret Silver Mask glinted faintly, instantly resonating with the mask that Bai Xiao was wearing.
He could feel the Mother of Masks growing incredibly hot, like a scorching brand. At this moment, in the half-collapsed Cloud Mountain Valley, a total of three Secret Silver Masks had appeared, and the coordinates for the Seal of Netherworld had also emerged. Suddenly, a strange and mysterious rhythm reverberated in the deep layers.
It was as if beneath the calm surface of the water, a giant fish was silently swimming.
"The time has come, all pieces are in place. We can initiate."
From afar, the skinny old man quietly watched Bai Xiao, his lips moving silently, as if conveying a message across a vast distance.
At the same time.
